Currently, I’m rather pleased with myself: recently I sent out messages to a few old friends about my current lacck of PA, and this morning I got a very prromissing response. It kind of prooves my methods do work and that I can sort myself out, sometimes.

This morning, me and my parents had an argument, about who got me where I am today. I think I did a lot of the work, but I wouldn’t have got anywhere without the guys. When I only got a D at GCSE maths, it was they who insistid I could do better. They got me a tutor, and after hating maths for many years, I realised the beauty of the subject, and got a C the next year. It was my parents who read to me and my brothers every night, as children, impressing upon us a deep love of literature. I also remember sitting at the kitchen table, watching dad demonstrate chemistry and physics, which may have began Mark’s love of the subject. My parents got me a computer so I could tap out my thoughts from an early age: my brothers benefited from this too, and Luke is now doing bioinfomatics at university. It was he who made this site.

I do not give my parents enogh credit. They brought up two geniuses and a lazy ninny, but even the lazzy ninny is going to university (apparently it’s quite rare for a person who went to a special school to attend university). I don’t give mum and dad enough credit, and too much grief.